The 1st Transition- Wisconsin to Peru. Give My Mom a Gun? February 21, 2018. My mom was 5 feet tall. She worked in the library at Wauwatosa West High School. She was one of the last people to speak to Vice Principal Dale Breitlow before he stepped out of the library and was murdered in the hallway by a former student.

Because I thought it was high time someone revealed what horses are really like! Chosen for the Sasquatch Reading List. The Maine Student Book Awards List. Click to hear me reading Chapter 4. My goal is to share my 20 years of knowledge and experience in the hopes of helping others take the plunge.

The library is your resource guide. Organization is one of the fundamental skills that librarians have. However, the way each librarian approaches organization is vastly different. Productivity tools definitely help maintain a certain level organization, which is why I chose to explore more tools. OneNote resembles the Office Suite in looks and functionality. Users can create tabs with individual titles. I established tabs on .

The Librarian, the Wireless, and the Wardrobe. Librarian with a passion for technology and costumes. Interview Tips that I learned from becoming the interviewer. I do not need to hear every little detail about how it started or the background, just the basics to understand it. What we are really interested in is what you did.

A Librarian with a Rack and a Foul Mouth. I take pleasure in the way it looks, the way it sounds, and especially in the way it just sits there, sounding naughty. Like it was suppose to be a dirty word, but it got side-tracked. If I had a Roller Derby name it would be Subversively Askew, or Book Job.

Pull Me Up On Your Stupid Boat. The bottle of wine Noelle got for ten bucks is already empty. Everyone else is gone, was already gone out somewhere when she got in from another night of doodling at the library, occasionally stopping to scribble in her notebook or type something to seem like she was doing homework.

8230;I am an island volcano. I often feel the build up; hot magma boils in my veins until it spews out. The lava flings itself high and seems to get a trajectory towards specific friendships. It burns everything that might ever have been, leaving an empty hollow from the decomposing friendships.